"I will give you trouble if you can't be found for those three days," Jennie Laura said, raising her little fist.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Bidegla nodded, then moved on from the topic.

"Bidegla," suddenly, Jennie Laura's face showed a tense expression as she quickly stood up from the chair.

"What's wrong?" Following Jennie Laura's gaze, Bidegla slowly turned around and, to his surprise, he also looked slightly stunned because the fly he had chased away just ten minutes ago had returned, accompanied by a large group of people, at least twenty of them.

A dark mass, all standing at the door of the jewelry store, startled the people inside.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." A faint smirk flashed across Bidegla's face as he walked towards the outside of the jewelry store.

This man had let himself be driven away, but now he wanted revenge. Since he was not afraid of death, Bidegla had no choice but to let him have his way.

"Bidegla?" as Bidegla had just walked out of the jewelry store, a man in black standing at the front on the opposite side spoke, dropping his cigarette on the ground.

"Yes?" Hearing the man's words, Bidegla was slightly startled, then understood.

"Bidegla, is that you," the man in black came up to Bidegla, bowing, looking extremely respectful.

"Are you one of Buzer's men?" Bidegla asked calmly.

"Yes," the man in black nodded, looking even more respectful. He had been somewhat suspicious of Bidegla's identity, but now he dared not doubt it.

He was just a small leader under Stuart Buzer, and had also received Bidegla's photo, so he now behaved with such respect.

At the same time, he also secretly cursed his little nephew. Why did he provoke Bidegla? Wasn't that seeking death?

"What's your relationship with this man?" Bidegla pointed to the man who was already pale with fear, and asked calmly.

"He's my little nephew." Although he knew his little nephew was done for, the man in black still said, forcing himself to apologize on his behalf.

"Wait." Suddenly, Bidegla interrupted the man, saying coldly, "Do you think your face is worth something?"

"No," the man in black lowered his head, looking ashamed. At that moment, he really hated his little nephew, thinking he had brought upon himself a big trouble and caused him loss of over a million.

"Your little nephew is quite something," Bidegla sneered, "he actually tried to make advances on my woman. How should we handle this?"

"What?" Hearing Bidegla's words, the man in black was also sweating with fear. He only knew that his little nephew had been bullied, and had lost over a million. But what he didn't expect was that his little nephew had tried to make advances on Bidegla's woman. Thankfully, nothing irreversible had happened, otherwise, he didn't dare to think further.

Thinking of this, he straightened his face, no longer looking at his little nephew who had been scared silly, and respectfully said to Bidegla, "Bidegla, how should we deal with him? I will do as you say."

"Alright, break his legs and throw him out on the street," Bidegla said without a hint of mercy.

"Yes," the man in black dared not argue with Bidegla's words, and instead personally broke his little nephew's legs and said to two of his henchmen, "Throw him out on the street."

"I broke my little cousin's legs, although it was difficult for me, but now I have to do this, because if I don't act, my little cousin's life may be in danger."

"Don't worry, Bidegla. I will definitely discipline him in the future and not let him cause trouble again," the man in black assured.

"Alright, stop disturbing our business here. Just leave," Bidegla said coldly.

"Yes." The group of people dared not linger here and hurriedly left, not even caring for the person they had thrown out.

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Now Bidegla is watching them. Unless they are not afraid of death, they better run away.

Ignoring these people, Bidegla slowly turned and walked towards the jewelry store. They were just small fry in his eyes. He had originally thought about taking action, but he didn't expect that the people who came were acquainted with him, which saved him the trouble.

"Alright, everything's fine now. Let's get back to business," Bidegla said with a smile, then went behind the glass counter to temporarily act as a salesperson.

"Bidegla, come over here. I need to ask you something," Jennie Laura called out to Bidegla with a grim expression on her face.

"Jennie, do you have something to discuss?" Seeing Jennie Laura's unpleasant expression, Bidegla became more cautious in his speech, not knowing where he had offended her.

"Tell me honestly, are you involved in the underworld?" Jennie Laura's tone was cold, quite different from the Jennie he had known before.

Hearing her words, Bidegla smiled and said, "Do I look like someone involved in the underworld, Jennie?"

"No, you don't." Glancing at Bidegla's smiling face, Jennie Laura shook her head, but soon she seemed to remember something, nodded, and said, "No, you do!"

These times, Bidegla had displayed unimaginable strength in front of her, and she also saw the respectful manner of the man in black towards Bidegla.

So, if Bidegla really had nothing to do with the underworld, how could that be possible?

"How do I look like?" Bidegla said with a bitter smile.

"Well, you look like it everywhere," Jennie Laura said firmly.

"How come I don't know where I look like it?" Bidegla rolled his eyes, feeling very speechless.

"If you don't look like it, why were those people so respectful to you just now? It's obvious that they were afraid of you," Jennie Laura said, looking disbelieving.

"They're just afraid of me, that's normal. Because I know their boss, and they're afraid of me, so I won't get beaten up," Bidegla shrugged and said.

"You know their boss?" Jennie Laura seemed to have caught something, her face showing a look of doubt, very cute.

"Yeah," Bidegla nodded, then said, "That man is the underground kingpin of the entire Zhuhai City, all the small-time hooligans and underworld figures are under his control, and I know him. Do you think his subordinates wouldn't be afraid of me?"

"Is that true?" Jennie Laura's face still showed some doubt.

"Of course it's true, I wouldn't lie to you, and I wouldn't stoop so low as to dabble in the underworld. All that violence and thuggery is beneath me," Bidegla spoke with a disdainful expression.

Indeed, in his eyes, the underworld was truly a very lowly occupation. Although he had been a small-time delinquent during his university days, he had worked diligently and honestly since graduating.

During the year or so that he had been working, he had come to realize a fundamental truth: in this society, wealth and connections are paramount.

Money can move mountains, that's an absolute truth.

Now that he had made the acquaintance of Stuart Buzer, a big shot in the underworld, why on earth would he get involved in such a lowly business? It was simply a waste of time.

"As long as you're not involved in the underworld," Jennie Laura breathed a sigh of relief at Bidegla's explanation. She had already believed most of it. Indeed, although Bidegla was formidable, she had never seen him involved in any shady dealings.

She was all too aware of the consequences of getting involved in the underworld. It often ended in tragedy, with uncertainty about the next meal. It was not a path she wanted to see Bidegla take.

"Are you concerned about me, Jennie?" suddenly, Bidegla reached back and took Jennie Laura's delicate hand, a sly smile on his face.

"Stop it," Jennie Laura blushed, looking very lovely.

"Alright, it's already noon. Let's go out for a meal first," Bidegla said, dragging Jennie Laura out of the shop.

Amidst the envious gazes of the people in the jewelry store, Bidegla drove the Lamborghini out like an angry bull, very impressive.

"Drive slower," Jennie Laura called from the passenger seat.

"Hehe, no worries," Bidegla smiled, then added, "Today, I'm taking you somewhere special."

With that, Bidegla fully activated the Lamborghini's power and drove in the direction of the outskirts of the city with Jennie Laura.

After about twenty minutes, Bidegla drove the Lamborghini onto a street not far from Zhuhai University.

Here, there were many shops, either restaurants or hotels, the main consumption places for Zhuhai University students. Bidegla had been involved in many things on this street.

"Why did you bring me here?" Jennie Laura looked puzzled, not understanding why Bidegla had brought her here.

"Let's go, get out of the car. I'm taking you to meet someone," Bidegla said, getting out of the car first.

The attention of all the people on the street was drawn to the arrival of the car, and Jennie Laura's appearance made many people gasp.

Jennie Laura's appearance was absolutely unquestionable, even Bidegla couldn't help but be captivated. The university students who often fantasized about her were even more impressed.

However, Bidegla and Jennie Laura's entrance was too ostentatious, and no one dared to approach them. The only ones who could afford a Lamborghini were those who were not afraid of death.

"Let's go," Bidegla said, taking Jennie Laura into a small restaurant.

The name of the restaurant is called Zhonglin Restaurant, a rather ordinary name, and even the outside of the restaurant looks a bit run-down, with very average interior decoration.

There are over a dozen students dining in the restaurant now. When Bidegla and two others arrived, they all cast their eyes towards them. The man's gaze was naturally filled with various forms of envy and jealousy, while the women also envied the appearance of Jennie Laura.

"Uncle Simona," Bidegla called out at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Who is it?" Upon hearing Bidegla's call, a middle-aged man wearing a chef's uniform came out from the kitchen of the restaurant. At this moment, he was holding a spatula, presumably cooking.

"Are you Bidegla?" The middle-aged man widened his eyes upon seeing Bidegla, seemingly somewhat incredulous.